bedofroses

"February. Get ink, shed tears.
Write of it, sob your heart out, sing,
While torrential slush that roars
Burns in the blackness of the spring."
Apres moi le deluge.



I recently ressurected mass amounts of ancient poetry from the piles of old photos in the shoebox under my bed.
I was so crazy, I dont even remember how it felt to write some of what I wrote, which makes me glad time passes so quickly.


All the photos on my wall are curling into themeselves, and its so annoying.

If your photos are stuck together, and they wont come apart without tearing, soak them in warm water for 5 minutes, and theyll peel away from each other perfectly. I saved a good dozen old photos this way.


there is no love here. there is no pain
every day is exactly the same.